Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Anthony banded an arm around her, pulling her close. She put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, and then she leaned in close and kissed him.
“No,” Anthony said.
He pulled her down hard, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock. “No?”
“I don’t see marriage as a ball and chain.”
“How do you see it?”
“Declaring to the world that you are mine,” Anthony said.
“You think you’re going to marry me?” she asked.
“Babe, you and me, don’t you know by now we’re a guarantee? From the moment we met, our lives were never the same. You’re mine as much as I am yours. You’re going to be my wife, my old lady, my everything. I want you to be the mother of my children. My soul mate.”
Daisy smiled. “And see, I’ve got no one to tell this to, and like I said, no one would believe me.”
Anthony tutted. “Let’s be real. You don’t tell anyone because you’re afraid someone might try to take it from you.” He pushed some of her hair off her shoulder.
Daisy looked at him, a little taken aback. How did he know that?
“I know you, baby,” he said. “I know how your mind thinks, and I know what sorry shit your folks put in your head, and how they made you feel.”
She knew he was right. The more people that knew, the more they tried to either stop you, get in the way, or make it fail. She didn’t want it to fail.
“Is it wrong?” she asked. “That I like keeping you to myself?”
“No,” Anthony said. “I like that no one is trying to mess with who we are, and let’s face it, everyone is so wrapped up in their own world, they’re not even looking at us. We can do whatever we want, so that means one day soon, Daisy, I am going to marry you.”
****
Present Day
Anthony twirled the ring around his finger and couldn’t stop thinking about Daisy. He checked the time and saw it wouldn’t be long before Whizz and Lacey left. It would also mean that tomorrow morning his dad would probably arrive and take him back home to feed him, shower him, and clothe him.
Running fingers through his hair, he hated this gap. Daisy was in there, all alone, and he couldn’t hear if Lacey or Whizz were even talking to her. She needed people to talk to her, to bring her back. She was not going to leave him.
The door to Daisy’s room opened and he stood, only it was Whizz that had stepped out. He didn’t slide down or crouch, he stayed standing, and looked at Whizz. The other man looked at him.
Anthony knew Whizz had been through a lot to get where he was today. He was once part of a different MC, but that was a long time ago. His loyalty was to the Skulls. Whizz had been taken, tortured, and nearly killed. The young Whizz, who had been stick-thin, without so much as an ounce of muscle to him, was long gone.
The moment the club got Whizz back, and he was able, the man trained. He’d built the muscle and was now an indestructible force. Sometimes, Anthony wondered if he would rival Killer, as that man was a beast and had no qualms using full-grown men as toys.
It was not his place to say anything. What could he say to make this better?
He had fucked up, big time. Daisy was in a coma because he miscalculated. And that was more than he could bear.
“I once told you that your only job was to keep her safe,” Whizz said.
There were no words.
“You failed,” Whizz said.
Anthony took it. He did fail.
“You got married without my permission. Is there anything else I don’t know about?” Whizz asked.
Anthony would keep their secrets and take them to his grave. One day, Daisy was going to wake up.
“No,” Anthony said.
“Why did you get married without telling anyone in the club?” Whizz asked.
“We were in Vegas, and we’d made a promise to one another.”
“And what, you just thought you would copy Simon and Tabitha and their secret marriage?” Whizz asked.
“No. Daisy and I didn’t copy anyone. We knew what we wanted and the club ... they’ve been a little preoccupied to give a shit about what we wanted,” Anthony said. He didn’t care if his honesty hurt anyone. It was the way it was. People could deal with it or fuck off.
Whizz nodded. “You’re right.”
This made Anthony frown. He hadn’t expected him to agree, and for a second, he didn’t know if he was trying to trick him.
The older man sat down in the chair beside him. “Daisy has always been able to take care of herself,” Whizz said.
Anthony looked at him, and then glanced around the hospital. He expected Whizz to kill him, hurt him, not to agree with him.